Page 114 of Mark Us Little Bear
“I bet you want to hit me now,” I taunt and she hums again.That little…I whimper. “Suck my cock,” I command and halt my movements.
She bobs her throat, slurping around the head as she swirls her tongue all over it, smearing that lipstick everywhere. Her fingers play with my balls and my eyes snap to the side right as a car moves afar.
“Fuck, we need to hurry, there’s a car not far from here,” I warn, starting to thrust in her mouth again.
“Shit, this is exhilarating.” Bradley groans and rubs her clit over and over
She hums like crazy around my cock and I know she is about to come, so am I.
“Just a little more.”
We pound her erratically as pleasure and a surge of adrenaline kicks into our system.
The car probably notices us since it’s cruising our way.
My heart’s hammering in my chest.
Tingles wash all over me.
A buzzing sensation races down my spine.
We drill her holes until our movements become more sluggish and strained.
Her muffled moans and Bradley’s long growl push me over the edge.
I withdraw and slam deep in her throat as I shoot my cum.
The climax is so fucking blinding I try to focus on the car but spots of pleasure cloud my vision. I clench my eyes and snapthem open in time to pull away and get Amber dressed. “Come on, baby.”
“Are you good to ride?” Bradley questions her, pulling the helmet over her head and securing it but I know she’s a brat just like him who lives on tricks and thrills.
“Hell yes, let’s get out of here.” She turns her bike on, nudging her kickstand off the ground, and revs before she takes off.
We ride right after her, putting more distance between us and that shady car we left behind.
“Fuck that was insane!” Thrill colors Bradley’s voice in various shades.
That is definitely a different kind of rush.
“Was that patrol or a curious motherfucker?” Amber asks.
“I have no idea.”
“My knights in biker armor.” She moves past me, speeding away. “That was so fucking close and so freaking epic. Let’s do it again.”
I laugh in my helmet, staying behind her because I always have her back. “Let’s get some burgers on the way home.”
“You’re speaking my language,” she slows down to level with me, outstretching her hand for me to hold.
My dick is covered in lipstick and her face is a mess too but it doesn’t matter.
Bradley
I’m standing in the doorway of Piper’s class, assessing. “That’s your teacher?” I muse.
He looks familiar…my eyes roam down along his length to where an AP watch covers his wrist.
“Yes. Mr. Ripley.”
